Summary: A quiet evening with Fred Weasley takes a turn when the simple act of him spinning his wand leaves you utterly captivated. His strong, veined hands stir thoughts you can’t hide, and Fred, ever observant, catches on immediately. What begins as teasing quickly deepens into a moment of intimacy, reminding you just how much passion and tenderness those hands truly hold for you.
The evening was quiet in the flat above Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. You were curled up on the sofa, watching Fred fiddle absentmindedly with his wand. He twirled it between his fingers, letting it spin effortlessly, the polished wood gliding over his knuckles as though the movement was second nature.
But your eyes weren’t on the wand. They were on his hands.
Long, strong fingers, slightly rough from days in the shop. Veins tracing up his forearms, catching the firelight. You felt warmth pool low in your belly as your mind wandered, imagining what else those hands could do if they were touching you instead.
Fred caught your stare, smirking as though he’d read your every thought. He slowed the motion, letting the wand spin languidly before setting it down. Then, with deliberate ease, he leaned forward, resting one hand on the arm of the couch beside your head.
“Mesmerized, are we?” he murmured, voice low, teasing but edged with heat.
You swallowed, cheeks warming, but didn’t look away. “Maybe.”
His grin deepened, though his eyes darkened in that way they did only for you. He brought his free hand up and brushed his knuckles gently along your jaw, slow and purposeful, letting you feel the strength you’d been imagining.
“These hands,” he said softly, almost a whisper, “are yours. For everything. Always.”
And before you could reply, Fred tilted your chin up and kissed you deep, lingering, and full of the promise that he knew exactly what you’d been thinking. His hands, once spinning a wand, now held you with a gentleness that only amplified the heat building between you.
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